Moyun's Death

But after waiting a long time, no Thunder Punishment came.

Moyun breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to turn and say something to Olvia when he realized she had vanished.

"Olvia, where did you go?!"

He shouted and dropped to his knees beside the grave she had emerged from, digging with all his might.

Digging up a grave was wrong, but she had already come out once. Surely she wouldn't mind a second time.

Moyun still had things he wanted to tell Olvia, but before he could say them, she was gone again.

Just then, the other graves began to stir.

Moyun looked around warily. A terrible feeling came over him.

For some reason, he could no longer feel his power. He couldn't summon a little sphere in his palm anymore—and his left hand was gone.

What the hell was going on?!

A hand reached out of nearly every grave. Moyun backed away a few steps, but there was nowhere to run.

He could only watch as hordes of ashen-faced zombies crawled from the graves and shambled toward him, baring their teeth and claws.

Was this Olvia's revenge?

If it was, he would accept it.

But when the zombies actually drew close, Moyun still recoiled.

They stink! Some of their faces are rotting. Stay away from me!

Moyun wanted to flee, but zombies surrounded him on every side, leaving him no room to escape.

"You can't get away!"

"You can't get away. You're my food!"

"Hungry... so hungry!"

The zombies seemed to sense his intentions. They even opened their mouths and spoke.

That made Moyun feel even sicker.

One zombie lunged at him. Moyun wasn't about to sit there and die. He might not have his Devil Fruit power, but he could still fight!

He kicked the zombie